I finished drafting this short story. And it’s brutal intense and poetic. And honestly. I don’t even care if it doesn’t get accepted in this submission. I’ll keep it and make a home for it.
tell me you’re my friend to my face and that you love and respect me but then talk shit about me to other women when I stick to what I always said about my boundaries. And then come back and still pretend to be my friend.
👍👍👍
*Sees self repeating toxic patterns*
naaaahhh.
*besties call me out on repeating toxic patterns*
Oooohhh. Yeeeeaaaaaaahhhh.
Puts self in timeout.
I have zero emotional space or energy for fuckery today.
Just. Nope.
